Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.